The Tree of Life – 15 people walked out – best movie ever? #thoughts
So I saw The Tree of Life on Sunday. 20 minutes in, 7 people walked out. 1 hour into the movie and 15 people walked out.
When the film finished, there was silence. No one was sure if that was an amazing cinematic experience that will substitue 2001 on film schools or if it was just a big prank.
I think I loved it, although I’m not sure. The Tree of Life is the story of a 50 year old man who questions if all the traumas of his childhood were significant enough compared to the immensity of the Universe. Love is all that matters, anything else is redundant. Or at least that’s what I understood.
Terrence Malick will show you the Big Band, Dinosaurs, first steps of a baby, summers of your childhood, everything that matters to anyone and will ask you, does it really matter? Look at the universe, it’s fucking humongous, do you really think that that summer when you were 8 would be important when the universe collapses?
One thing it’s for certain though, it’s the most beautiful film I’ve ever seen.
It’s never too late to play with your food – Innocent #minimovies
So, this is my entry for the Innocent drinks – #minimovies competition.
It was certainly a challenge to work with the 30 seconds format – hats off to the masters out there – but I think it has definitely play to my advantage because it makes it so fast-paced that it becomes incredibly silly.
I’ve certainly had a lot of fun playing around with the toys, food, making noise and returning to my childhood with a good enough justification; although, recording the audio was definitely my favourite bit.
Thanks Innocent drinks for organizing this!
How will our Facebook affect our children?
One of my first vivid memories of realizing my parents had a life before my existence was when I saw a picture of my mum as a teenager at a club.
It might not seem like much right now, but when you’re a little kid, understand that your parents used to be young and non-parents was quite a revelation. Seeing it was incredibly mind-blowing.
So what will happen with the coming-soon generation of kids whose parents not only have documented their every-weekend but also announced the moment they became parents?
Preparing my #minimovies for @innocentdrinks
The Hero your tummy deserves
When was the last time you played cops and robbers with your toys? Sorry, I meant to say, when was the last time you played Cops and Robbers with your toys… publicly?
Don’t worry, it’s ok.
It happens to the best of us.
But fear not my friend and ally of introverted yet somehow exuberant activities. The good guys and gals from Innocent Drinks – yes the ubber fruity and ubber healthy drinks – have decided to run a competition where not only will be OK to publicly play with toys, but also financially rewarded.
I know, right?
Hotel St. George – Little children’s bones
Germany, circa 1600, the story of the werewolf is born.
Whenever humans face something inexplicably tragic, we tend to justify it creating impossible explanations and out of this world creatures to prove that humans aren’t inherently evil.
Written accounts say that when the habitants of a small village in Germany back in the 17th century, found the corpses of children in the outskirts of their homes, wolves was the only natural explanation as it was their most feared enemy back then.
Obviously, when signs of the children been raped as well as murdered without the distinctive marks a wolf would leave them came to be the main conversation, the villagers started questioning what was going on.
One day, they found it was one of them, raping and murdering children.
But that was impossible, it couldn’t be one of them, he was a monster they said, obviously part wolf part human, but a monster, not a member of the community. Not the son of a father and a mother.
A monster.
United Visual Artists – Creators Project
Intel and Vice are behind one of those projects that when first explained, it sounded like another of those webs that collates interesting assets together but, once you start exploring it, that idea is flushed down the toilet and the interest level skyrockets like when it was announced that Trent Reznor and David Fincher are working on The Social Network (the otherwise lame Facebook movie)
From the website:
The Creators Project is a new network dedicated to the celebration of creativity and culture across media, and around the world.
From movie directors to musicians, installation artists and designers, you can find all sorts of interesting people to be jealous about.
Pick one, I did.
Rage Against the Machine live at Finsbury Park
Rage Against the Machine Live at Finsbury Park
After the notorious Christmas Campaign to get Killing in the Name of to number one in the UK, an equally mischievous and wholeheartedly driven concert was in order.
Rage Against the Machine delivered.
For those without the enough patience to read a few paragraphs I would only say this; it was fucking epic. Let me rub it in the faces of everyone who couldn’t get the tickets, you missed one of the most significant concerts since Sauron lost the Ring.
There, you can go away now or keep on reading to find out what exactly happened on June the 6th 2010 at Finsbury Park.
Exploding Cinema @Crosskings
Yesterday I attended the screening of “The Internet“, among other 19 short films, at the Cross Kings in London.
It was a fun night, the piece got quite a few laughs and people seemed to enjoyed it. The staff at the Cross Kings was extremely helpful and friendly, so a big thank you to them.
I generally enjoy this type of events, you get to see different type of films on a big screen, instead of your computer, and mingle around people struggling through the same ordeals as you.
Sometimes you discover talent, and sometimes you see films selected for the wrong occasion. More than 10 minutes of colours and sounds could be part of an incredible art installation, but in between drinks, and live music it seems to be a bit out-of-place.
Dinner at the Supperclub London
Do you know those websites that sell vouchers? full of adds and the word free splattered all over the screen?
I always feared them, always closing the browser before my eyeballs retained enough information so even the bright colours and hypnotic patterns wouldn’t reach my brain; thinking that just by looking at the website, my computer could burn and my bank account support the family of some hidden gang leader from a remote part of the unknown world.
But I wouldn’t be writing this post should I’ve not championed my fear and faced with bravery my nemesis.
I bought a voucher on MyCityDeal.
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